|Chapter Title||I CANNOT GIVE YOU UP.|
|Newspaper Title||The Maitland Mercury and Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW : 1843 - 1893)|
" I CANNOT GITS ÏOU UP."
The young Btraoger appeared to be "every inch" the lady, and Arley wondered more and more who she could be and what she could want, that she should thus come to her on her wedding-day ; while, as she gazed upon that refined and delicate face, there seemed to be some strangely familiar look about it that puzzled her.
She had been so intent upon reading her face that ehe had spoken no word, and the young girl, who had advanced half way across the room, suddenly stopped as if abashed at having intruded upon her.
This act recalled Arley to herself, and she went
forward to greet her, saying with her usual cordial ?
" You wished to see me-you have something to
tell me ?"
.* Yes," answered the stranger, but speaking with great apparrent reluctance. " I am very sorry to be obliged to intrude at such a time, I would not had I been able to find you before, and you were not going away to-day, to be gone several months, as I have learned; but it is absolutely necessary that what I have to tell you should be explained at once."
" You ha ve given me no name," Arley said, referring to the note which she had sent up to her, " Will yon piesse tell ma whom I have the pleasure of receiving?"
The girl flashed a painful crimson at this question, " That and that alone, is my errand here to-day to tell you who I a-n, though I shrink from giving you what, I fear, will be a painful shock," was the
embarrassed and faltering reply. '^My name isAhV^
counterpart of your own, or, at least, what yo« own
has been until to-day-Arley Wentworth.m j
Arley gave her a startled look, and grew a trifle pale at this strange information.
" That is very strange. I do not think it possible. I do not understand you at all," she said, and now she spoke somewhat haughtily.
" Will you listen while I tell you my story ?" the stranger asked, end the appealing look in her beau« tiful blue eyes disarmed Arley at once, and her momentaiy irritation vanished, "I will be jost as brief as possible," she added, " for I know that your
time is limited."
" Certainly I will listen to you. There is an hour yet before we shall be obliged to leave, but I had in« tended giving that time to my friends," Arley said kindly.
"I will not be half that time; but I could not 1st
you go away and not tell you," said the fair stranger.
"Then come and Bit down," the young bride re« turned, drawing forward a low rocker, and seating
herself in another,
" I can tell you nothing of my parentage," the girl began, " for I know nothing about it ; that I have yet to learn from others, My earliest recol- lections are of a very simple life with rough bet kind-hearted people, The man whom I was taught to call and regard as my father was a fisherman, who owned a small sailing vessel with which be eruised along the coast upon which we lived, oatching what he could in the shape of fish and selling his cargo to whoever would buy.
" Upon one occasion a severe storm overtook him, and he was driven far out to sea-in fact, his vessel came very near being wrecked, and he, with his small crew, barely escaped with their lives. When the storm passed, they patched up their injured craft as well as they could, and then began their toilsome task of working back into port.
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